"I'm going to leave in a couple minutes.  Come here," he mumbled, always mumbled.  He always mumbles, pressing his lips together and keeping his words linked tightly.  Large hands stretched forward, he fell backwards onto the floor.  I fell into him, my back hitting his chest.
"I forgot you had to go."
"That's a good thing."

Inhaler

I had a small anxiety attack about an hour ago.  I don't know.  Things happen and I get a tight feeling in my chest, then suddenly I'm face down on my bed, breathing into my comforter.  I was supposed to on a train into the city, but life is hard and I just need to focus on breathing.
I have a friend who is far too comfortable with me, and it feels like he's trying to fill some void in his relationship with me.  I'm not grout.  I can't fill in the cracks your girlfriend leaves for you.  I am too focused on myself, and my own ball-and-chain.  My ball-and-chain, though, does not weigh me down.
"I know you don't think things last forever, but I really don't see how we could mess this up."
Our life is so easy.  We wake up with good mornings, drink coffee, get brunch at our favorite place, and talk about anything.  People, places we've been, vacations we want to take, how we're not looking forward to school.
You'd think my anxiety and unhappiness would dissipate.

Let me be yours,

With each passing day he becomes more and more attractive.  I never thought it was possible.  When we first met, I never imagined that I would have these feelings towards him.  With him, it feels like I should have known from the start that we'd end up like that.  Lips fused together, hands griping each other.  There is so much passion in the way he looks at me-- the way he just is with me.
It fulfills the sense of longing when I'm with him.  His presence.  His acceptance of me and what I am, who I am.  All of the troubles I have, all of the worries and doubt.  He takes all of it and he uses cliche words to make me feel better.  And that is what I appreciate most.
It's hearing him recite the cliches that makes me strive to break them.  I don't want our lives-- the life we share-- to be cliche.  I want, for us, a grand adventure.  I want to give to him more than his words could ever offer me.
He told me last night, almost exactly twenty-four hours ago, that I was the greatest thing to happen to him.  He told me that he couldn't imagine life without me.  In the beginning he always gave me an out.  "Even if what we have doesn't last, I still want us to be friends.  You mean too much to me."  Now, I don't get an out.  Now it's all "30 more year, right?  30 years, you get 5 years for your mid-life crisis, and then 30 more."
I've never been the kind of girl to be stuck with one person for too long.  I used to go out on dates with different boys, men, weekly.  I would text one and talk on the phone with the other.  I would email boys I'd never meet in real life words I'm too embarrassed to actually whisper into ears.
But I'm okay with 30 more years.  If anything, I don't even want that five-year break in-between.  Right now, I just want to make life for us better.  I want to embrace tragedy, happiness, anticipation, bliss, and 4-AM-sex with him.
He's growing out his hair, and now I can't help but stare at him.  He's changed so much from when we first met.  His attitude, his confidence, and his charisma.  I'm watching him transform into this man, and somewhere in my chest I swell with pride.  I'm a part of this good change in him.  I'm a part of his growth into true adulthood.  I'm a part of what he wants in the future.